Novel & Cerita Boyfriend Spanked Me

be a good girl enough to earn his cock "I've been best friends with your Dad for years and you want me to fuck you?" He asked, and I swallowed hard hearing that. I just couldn't help it. "That would tear apart the relationship I've had with your father for years!" He said, spanking my ass, as he pushed me to the bed. "Ohhh......" I moaned, grinding my ass against the bed. I'm soaking wet for him! "But you work as a fucking stripper, allowing everyone to take a look at your pretty ass and wet pussy. So just think of this as punishment from Daddy" He said, coming between my thigh and flicking his hot tongue on my cunt while I screamed.

His thumb dragged slowly across my lips as he leaned in. "Elizabeth, let's get something straight. I'm your legal husband. You'll take care of me first—before thinking about any other man." Some people's upbringing really shows. Once the garbage in their minds spills out, it makes everyone else sick. I slapped him—hard. Raphael turned his face, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile. He looked almost pleased, like my slap had woken something up in him. "What are you two doing?" His little girlfriend had followed us out. Her eyes locked onto us, wide and unblinking with jealousy.

His clean right hand comes down on my ass with a crack that rings through the garage. "You get tighter when I spank you," he says, doing it again, harder. The sting blooms into heat that travels straight to my clit. "Has your boyfriend ever done this?" "No," I gasp. "Didn't think so," he says, and spanks me again while he fucks me, and the combination of the sting on my ass and his cock buried deep, and the friction of his pelvis grinding my clit on every thrust is pushing me toward an orgasm that I can feel building like pressure behind a dam.

“Came over here bare for me while your boyfriend’s right there.” His hand cracked across my ass, sharp, loud enough that I flinched and moaned at the same time. The sound bounced off the walls. Ryan didn’t turn. He just shifted on the couch, scratching his head, still lost in his game. Jace spanked me again, harder, left cheek blooming fire. My palms slapped the glass for balance. He kept spanking, rhythmic, mean, turning both cheeks bright red, making my ass jiggle with every impact.

I almost made it, until I felt strong arms pull me up from the waist back. "I didn't want to do this, but you are in need of a good punishment" he says, wait what! A punishment he got no right to punish me, thinking back at his programs, the dominant boyfriend one, that one includes some light spanking and foreplay but that's only meant for pleasure. The nanny program also had the right to punish, but that depends on the age of the child and parents' orders, I never gave him orders to punish me.

The sound of the metal buckle made me swallow, and I tightened my grip on the tie that was wrapped around my wrists. I shivered when he ran his hand across my ass, his voice soft as he said, “I don’t like using a belt on my partner because it can hurt and leave bruises.” I took a sharp intake of breath when he spanked me with his hand. “But you are a dirty little brat who doesn’t know how to be respectful. Calling me master and daddy instead of Sir like I asked you to. I know you are a brat and would enjoy the punishment if I spanked you with my hands, hm?” I didn’t have to agree. I knew he knew it, too.

He grabbed my hair, lifted my head, and asked, “You want this cock, slut?” “Yes,” I whispered. He spat on my face. “Too bad. I’m faithful to my girlfriend.” He nodded toward one of the girls. Before I could react, I was passed to the second boy. His spanks were brutal — hard, deliberate, and slow. Each one made my ass jiggle and burn. I started moaning despite myself. The first boy reached over and began pinching and twisting my nipples, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through the pain. Third boy was even faster and harder. I was moaning louder now, lost in the rhythm of pain and arousal. The second boy took over playing with my tits, squeezing and slapping them.

With enthusiasm and eagerness to surprise my boyfriend at his place, I threw on a very skimpy skirt just the exact same one he likes so much, an easy shirt that wouldn't stand in our way if you know what I mean and a ridiculous amount of lipgloss to touch up my light makeup of mascara and a faint blush then headed over to his place just after picking up a medium sized cake. And, Guess who got surprised???? My heart stop beating when I pushed in through his door and my eyes met with his very shocked pair. I remained rooted to my spot but unfortunately for the cake, it had left my hand and fallen to the ground but that literally was the very least of my problems. Rowan was sweating and complet

I moan and squirm as he handles me. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask. He opens his eyes and swats my bare bottom. “I told you how I feel about that language,” he says. “Do you want to fuck me?” I ask again. He turns me around. He pushes me against the wall of the shower. “You need discipline,” he says. His hard cock is pressing against me. He begins spanking my bottom hard. It feels so good. I am going to be a brat from now on. I cannot help but moan as he swats my ass over and over.

As she thought of this, she liked the photo and left a comment before going to lurk in forums that discussed relationships and intimacy. She read the posts seriously and absorbed the newfound knowledge like a sponge. This went on for an hour and she almost exited the forums, but there was a post that caught her eye. [Last night, me and my boyfriend were busy going at it and he got carried away and ended up spanking me. We were both surprised, but I didn’t hate it. I actually liked it a bit. Am I weird?] Laura pursed her lips, both curious and nervous about what the responses will be like and after some hesitation, she clicked on the post and went through the comments.